"I think woman. I'm sorry, I really didn't get a good look."
She took it. "Okay. Thank you."
The translator gave a quick nod and moved off, already pulling out their phone.
Soorin stood in the half-empty room and looked at the paper in her hand.
Her name on the outside.
Small, neat handwriting.
Soorin stood in the half-empty room holding the folded paper, watching the last few people filter out through the doors. Camera equipment being packed up along the back wall. A few journalists still comparing notes near the exit.
She didn't open it here.
Not where anyone could see her face when she read it.
She put it in her kit bag and walked out.
The corridor was louder. Post-press chatter moving in all directions. Journalists comparing notes. Production staff doing that thing they always did after events, talking fast and walking faster, already onto the next thing.
She kept moving.
